Pray to the old god for your blood to flow free
Satanic wrath for your mortal pride has blinded you to the path
Eternal hell will descend upon your kin for transgression you have made
One thousand earthly suns could not equate the light that will burn your soul asunder
An eternity of pain unleashed onto you for the final days are here
Cursed is your blood which i'll spill upon this altar in sacrificial rites
Old gods laugh as your feeble Christ cries at the destruction of his flock
Nighttime sky alive with cries of pain and sorrow as angels burn like candles
The blood of their wings as wax upon the earth, the final days are here